Years ago, my wife and I associated with a group of people based on a common interest. It doesn’t matter what it was. What matters, though, is that despite sharing this one interest, we also socialized in general.
Well, until one day when my wife and I got an email asking us to meet up with a couple of the crowd at a local park.
I was deemed a threat. They were scared of me. Why? I liked guns and to shoot. I competed in matches. No one ever expressed a desire to do anything dangerous or anything, but the only real explanation was because I was too scary.
This morning, I woke up with a reminder of just why I want to be scary.
And where those explorations are taking me, personally.
I’ve spent way too much time lately talking about kettlebells and losing weight lately. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with those things, but I can’t neglect the mind and how we think about things.
You see, there’s something to be said for the phrase, “Where the head goes, the ass follows.” If you get your head wrapped around things correctly, you’re far more likely to actually do those things.
I’ve spent a good bit talking about feelings, lately, which is weird because I don’t like to talk about my feelings all that much. I do it, but I don’t like it. Yet I’ve never had a problem talking about enjoying something, nor about why I enjoy it.
Yesterday, in between sets with my kettlebell, I picked up my sledgehammer and had a little fun, and I don’t mind talking about why at all.
For the last while now, I’ve been working toward something. I’ve been working toward making myself into something. I’ve written about my thoughts and a bit about why I’m not the only one who should work toward this something, even.
But I haven’t even really defined precisely what this something is. I’ve touched on it, but I haven’t really defined what it is that this Modern Barbarian really is.
Today, I’m going to try and do that. I may add to some of this at a later date, but this is where the entire concept stands as of this moment.
One of my many flaws is a tendency to do things half-assed. The problem is that I get worked up and want to finish the task, and as a result, I make mistakes. Then, my impatience wins out yet again and those mistakes are left. I’m not good at perfection.
Granted, we’re all human. Few of us are.
But some of us actually strive for that perfection, and it pisses me off that I’m not one of them. Especially when some of those have created things like this: